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Thursday, January 15, 2009

TMI Thursday

Ok, so maybe this isn't really TMI, but it is an embarrassing story none the less.

My sister, aunt, 18 month old niece, and myself were in hour 14 of our 15 hour road trip from North Carolina to Michigan. We were making our way through downtown Detroit when we heard a grinding noise coming from underneath the car. My aunt pulled off on the next exit, and stopped at the first gas station we pass to inquire about the nearest service station. While my aunt was in the gas station, a man approached the Dumpster we were parked next to and urinated on it. My sister and I crouched behind my niece's car seat in the hopes that the black half of her racial heritage would be enough to give us some street cred.

We were pointed in the direction of, I kid you not, the scariest auto repair shop you have ever seen in your entire life. From the oil-spattered walls to the tiny rottweiler puppy tied to a cinder block chewing on a styrofoam take-out tray, everything about that place gave me the willies. I accompanied my aunt to the bathroom, which was no more than a filthy commode stuck in an alcove with half of a shower curtain for a door. I decided I'd hold it a couple more hours, but my aunt was in dire straits so I gamely shielded her as well as I could as she did her best in the cesspool.

We reluctantly left the safety of my aunt's car and crowded into the tiny office as the mechanics took a look at the car. There are two chairs in the front office, but no one sat in them. I was holding my niece when I suddenly felt a warm patch spread slowly across my hip. Her diaper had leaked. After retrieving her diaper bag from the car, we got her in a fresh diaper but I was stuck wearing my urine-soaked road-trip jammies.

That place may have been filthy, but they were quick. I don't even remember what was wrong with the car, but they had us out of there in 90 minutes. As we filed out to the car, one of the younger mechanics grabbed my arm.

Him: "Hey, can I get your phone number?"

Are you kidding me? I thought. My hair hasn't been washed in 2 days and I reek of baby pee.

Me: "Um, well I live in North Carolina, so I don't really think this would work out."

He looked at me with an exasperated look on his face.

Him: "No, I need your aunt's phone number. In case we need to get in touch with her about her car."

I blushed wildly and ducked quickly into the car.

Me: "Aunt Mary, they need your phone number."

21 comments:

surviving myself said...

So I bet every time I comment here you think I'm hitting on you too, huh?

Well I'm not.

Now your Aunt Mary on the other hand, what's up with her?

Marie said...

Haha! That's just awesome!

Baby pee is so not cool. I've had my baby cousins pee on me a number of times. Why they had a smile on their faces after completing their pee-job I will never understand.

Lump said...

ha! awesome. so, yeah, was the dude cute? ;)

saratogajean said...

surviving myself - She's a lesbian.

marie - How cool would it be if I started peeing on babies? I'm going to go out on a limb and say not cool at all.

lump - If by cute you mean unwashed and missing a couple of teeth, then yes, he was way cute.

lucklys said...

haha! i had this happen to me with a mexican tow truck driver down in arizona (i was barely 18), only he was actually asking for my number and he was about 25 years older than me. my great aunt didn't think it was very funny at the time...

Kristen said...

Bwahahahahahahaha!!!!

I freaking love you!

But not in THAT way so don't get too excited there chica.

SoMi's Nilsa said...

I can't find the words to express how human that just made you! =)

Rachel said...

Something similair happened to me one time...except it wasn't in a scary/crappy automotive place. I have had wet pee on me more times that I care to count!
Thanks for the laugh...and for stopping by my blog...I think you are hysterical; I will be back soon!

LiLu said...

What, you don't get hit on when you're wearing your urine-soaked road-trip jammies? Must be a Carolina thing...

Liebchen said...

Ha - completely legit misunderstanding. He was probably just saving face when you turned him down.

Also baby pee is bad, but I've had projectile spit up all down my front, and a little in my hair. NOT cute. And they ALWAYS smile afterward!

saratogajean said...

lucklys - He sounds hot.

kristen - How do you feel about my Aunt Mary?

nilsa - You mean I knocked myself off of the pedestal? Dammit.

rachel - I hope you mean other people's pee, I mean baby pee, I mean...shit this is going downhill quickly.

lilu - Maybe it was my Taco Bell breath.

liebchen - Freaking babies. They do it on purpose.

So@24 said...

Did you just get Punk'd?

Kate said...

Hahah! This is why I can't talk when men are around. I get totally messed up.

saratogajean said...

so - I wasn't punk'd. I was pissed. On.

kate - I felt like such a doofus.

~Trish~ said...

*giggles* Love it!

Ashley @ Frexy Mama said...

That.is.embarrassing!

Kylie said...

Haha!! Funny story!!

Mr. Bison & Lindsay said...

Only you could make me feel as if I was there with you feeling the shame. Funny story!!

BrazenBareToe said...

He was totally hitting on you! Forget that, what about the guy who asks for your order at Jack In the Crack? That must be a marriage proposal!

*~Dani~* said...

You should have just rolled your eyes and sarcastically said "Uh huh...my AUNT'S number...that's what you wanted...riiiiiight." Put it back on him. Reallly, if he wanted your aunt's phone number,why did he ask for YOUR phone number. Total playoff because he couldn't get the number of a pee stained girl with Taco Bell breath (although I bet you were still pretty cute).

Aunt Mary said...

Love the way you shared this story, Sarah!

-Aunt Mary

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